Sábado, 5 de Dezembro de 2009

Hora Nostálgica #23 - Learning to Fly

 

Into the distance, a ribbon of black

Stretched to the point of no turning back

A flight of fancy on a windswept field

Standing alone my senses reeled

A fatal attraction holding me fast, how

Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can't keep my mind from the circling skies

Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I

 

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings

Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything

No navigator to find my way home

Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that's learning to fly

Condition grounded but determined to try

 

Can't keep my mind from the circling skies

Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,

My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,

Across the clouds I see my shadow fly

Out of the corner of my watering eye

A dream unthreatened by the morning light

Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

 

There's no sensation to compare with this

Suspended animation, a state of bliss

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies

Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

 

Pink Floyd

 

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Terça-feira, 14 de Abril de 2009

Shine on you crazy diamond

 

 

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the

steel breeze.

Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend,

you martyr, and shine!

 

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the

steel breeze.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper,

you prisoner, and shine!

 

Pink Floyd

 

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Domingo, 7 de Dezembro de 2008

Mother

 

 

Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?

Mother, do you think they'll like this song?

Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?

Ooh ah,

Mother, should I build the wall?

 

Mother, should I run for president?

Mother, should I trust the government?

Mama, will they put me in the firing line?

Ooh ah,

Is it just a waste of time

 

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.

Mamma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true,

Mamma's gonna put all of her fears into you,

Mamma's gonna keep you right here, under her wing.

She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing,

Mamma's gonna keep baby cosy and warm.

Oooh babe, Oooh babe, Oooh babe,

Of course Mamma's gonna help build the wall.

 

Mama, do you think she's good enough, for me?

Mama, do you think she's dangerous, to me?

Mama, will she tear your little boy apart?

Ooh ah,

Mother, will she break my heart?

 

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.

Mamma's going to check out all your girlfriends for you,

Mamma won't let anyone dirty get through,

Mamma's gonna wait up until you get in.

Mamma will always find out where you've been,

Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.

Oooh babe, Oooh babe, Oooh babe,

You'll always be baby to me.

 

Mother, did it need to be so high?

 

Pink Floyd  

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Domingo, 21 de Setembro de 2008

Hey you

 

 

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, out there on the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

 

Pink Floyd

 

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Sexta-feira, 19 de Setembro de 2008

Comfortably Numb

 

 

 

 

 

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

Come on, now.
I hear you’re feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what you’re sayin.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I cant explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

Ok.
Just a little pinprick. [ping]
There’ll be no more --aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?
I do believe its working. good.
That’ll keep you going for the show.
Come on its time to go.

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what you’re sayin.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

 

Pink Floyd

 

 

 
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Quarta-feira, 17 de Setembro de 2008

Wish you were here

 

 

 

 

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

 

Pink Floyd

(em homenagem a Richard Wright que faleceu de cancro dia 15 de Setembro de 2008)

 

 

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Sexta-feira, 12 de Setembro de 2008

High Hopes

 

 

 

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

****

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever

 

Pink Floyd

 

 

 
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